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[blackmonitor]

So I had this hilarious idea for a predator. What if a hunter went to hunt on Earth and came back to surprise everyone with his “new pet”. Dude proceeds to show off an Opossum that just hisses at everyone. 😭 He thinks it’s the coolest thing ever, enjoying how something so small can be full of so much rage.

“What the hell is that?”

“This here is a ‘possum’. Behold it’s rage!”

Possum hisses when someone tries to pet it.

“Good boy! I shall name him, Little Warrior.” 🥹😀

Everyone else: 😐🤨

Sorry to bother you. Haha

No bother at all! That was an excellent idea!

All welcome Little Warrior!

[myevilmouse]

“Excuse me...”

She tapped the shoulder of the man in front of her. Duty to warn, plus, he was drop dead gorgeous.

He turned around with a curious look.

“Yes?”

“You ordered the large, and well... cup sizes here are a scam. The medium holds the same amount, just shorter and wider. Get medium, save money.”

One eyebrow arched. The man glanced behind the counter, perhaps confirming her advice. When he turned back, he looked... almost flirtatious.

“Thank you. May I get yours, in gratitude?”

Arihnda flushed. What a payoff. “Sure. Long black.”

He held out a hand. “Thrawn.”

“Arihnda.”

awesome art by @blackmonitor (link in the image)

[addictedtostorytelling]

"you made the shortlist for my team. you still interested?" "sure." "i have a couple of reservations." "reservations?"

[anastasiiaosypova]

Hi there, friend!

Your art always makes me smile! I adore your style, and I'm so happy about your recent achievements!!! 💙💙💙

And of course your bird photos are all phenomenal!!!

Hiiiiiii,

Thank you for saying this 💙💙💙

The kindness and support you bring into my life are immeasurable. I'm deeply touched and always grateful for your encouragement, inspiration, motivation, silly moments, and simple conversations. I'm glad and honored to call you a friend. And if you say my art makes you smile, I could not ask for better praise, and I will try to create more with a purpose to make you smile again 🙃

Hope there are joyful moments, smiles, and love by your side, and wish you find time to do things you enjoy.

Sending love across the ocean 💙💙💙

[myevilmouse]

Sorry this took me so long...but here are some pics that seemed to work.

this was fun so I tag any of ya'll to enjoy the exercise...

I saw that @mrbrojangles was doing this, and I wondered what I have so I picked the first suitable photos

I’m tagging @celtic-romulan @myevilmouse @no-where-new-hero @mollywog @ele-millennial-weirdo and @minisugakoobies and anyone else who thinks it would be funny.

[vibratingskull]

Hello! I really enjoy your writings, the way you write Thrawn in some settings can be so wholesome and sweet and I really love seeing the character in that kind of light. Especially the aroace one and when he’s with the different families you gave him, regardless of how old the kids are or what their dynamic is.

For your requests, do you think you could write Thrawn holding his firstborn child for the first time? I think it’d be interesting and sweet to see him get kinda nervous about the prospect of finally meeting them before his heart fills with so much love upon seeing his baby and being so happy for the finally he now has.

Hope you’re having a wonderful day and that you have fun with all your requests coming in ❤️

art by @blackmonitor

Edit cause i forgot the top message:

Everytime someone ask me about Aroace Thrawn I gain 1+ year in my lifespan! Dad!Thrawn is also so important to me, it is kind off pathetic of me. I'm very glad you like my soft, fluff stories about him, he truly deserves the world and a family that loves him unconditionnaly! Have a great day too my sweet ❤️

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags: Dad!Thrawn, premature baby, skin to skin, father baby connection, soft dad Thrawn

Thrawn caresses your temple with his knuckles, silently looking at you taking a nap. It has been long and torturous but you did it! Against all odds and predictions, you actually did it. It was difficult, dangerous for you and the baby, and they came out premature, but you did it! 

Oh brave you. 

Oh warrior you. 

He feels so grateful for you giving birth to your baby. He held your hand during the entire process, hugging your shoulders as you pushed hard, losing your blood and your sanity in the pain. But you persevered and delivered your newborn despite all the complications due to you two being different species. 

Right now your baby is between the hands of the medics, leaving you two to breathe and trying to relax. You didn't even have time to take your newborn in your arms, the medics immediately took them. 

You both knew the risks of having a hybrid baby, but you both hoped to have at least the time to take a look at them before they got taken away. But their health signals ordered the medics to put them in urgent care immediately. 

So Thrawn spent the last three hours with you, trying to ease your worries and looking over you napping. Your labor was so intense and painful tiredness took precedence over your fear and you ended up sleeping, too exhausted after such a trial. 

He looks at you, full of love and admiration. Since Bridger captured the Chimaera to bring her to Peridea, morphine stocks are rare and sparse. He wished he could have given you some but you refused when the droid proposed it. You refused to have the comfort of painkillers when they could be used to mend the wounds of your troops on the battlefield. He tried to convince you that you had the right, days before labor started but you were adamant! You wanted to set an example as his wife and Commander. 

You chose the way of pain to give life to the most perfect being in the Universe, the love of his life, the light of his days. And for that his gratitude is infinite. 

“Grand Admiral?” The careful voice of his head doctor raises in his back, snatching him off his contemplation of your sleeping form, “We just finished. Do you wish to see them?” 

Thrawns contemplates them up and down in silence before leaning forward, gently kissing your forehead. He pulls the cover over you and straightens his back before turning towards his medic. 

“Lead the way.” He placidly responds. 

After three long hours of uncertainty, the doctor appears a bit unsure but nothing in their demeanor indicates any high-stress level, Thrawn concludes that whatever medical procedures your baby needed, they have been able to deliver. 

As they silently walk Thrawn’s mind starts asking…weird questions. 

Was it painful for the baby ? 

Did they feel scared ? 

Did they cry for their mother, powerless as they were manipulated by strangers ? 

Did they feel cold at any moment ? 

Did they try to reach for any of you two with their little hands only to meet the void ? 

“Here we are, Grand Admiral.” 

Thrawn stops before the door… terrified. What if… the medics failed ? He doesn't read any bodily signs typical of tension in them but is he himself in the right mindset to read them after such a hard birth and pregnancy ?  

“How are they ?” He demands, imperial, never letting any doubts or fear slip through in his demeanor as he knows so well. 

He internally prays to have read them correctly. The head medic looks at him, their lips in a thin line, searching for their words. 

“Authorization to speak freely ?” 

Thrawn nods, his expression closed off and unreadable. 

“It wasn't pretty. To be frank, your baby is a miracle survivor, we are not equipped properly for babies’ care and health monitoring, but I also notified you of the risks of giving birth to a hybrid.” 

Thrawn ever so slightly squints, a subtle threat and call to order. The doctor decides to cut the story short. 

“You are incredibly lucky Grand Admiral, truly. I don't know if we would be able to repeat this feat for a second baby, especially stranded on this wretched planet.” the doc extends his hand towards the open room  “They are sleeping.” 

Thrawn considers the open door and wonders for a second if he has the strength to walk into the room before getting a grip. 

Of course, none of his turmoil is visible, and his hesitation lasts less than a second. He walks into the little room, a former waiting area reconverted into a nursery. 

It’s not perfect, no battleships ever saw a nursery before. They had to do with what they had to accommodate new life on Peridea. He advances towards the bassinet, perceiving the heat signals through the material. 

He, oh so slowly, approaches the little form lying under a blanket. He feels like his heart is going to explode under the pressure.  

They are blue ! 

Just like him. 

But they have your hair color and your nose The cheekbones and forehead bumps are unmistakably his.  

He leans forward to observe better. 

He never witnessed such… perfection before. This is simply the most beautiful being to ever exist in the cosmos. The perfect mix of their father and mother. 

His heart bleeds at the nodes of the different monitors over their body and the tubes through their little nose, but it must be down to unsure their survival. 

“They are stable now, but they will need to remain for some time.” The medic explains, coming behind their Grand Admiral. 

Thrawn tilts his head, his eyes never leaving the baby, looking at them moving in their sleep, eyes closed shut. Inadvertently, he feels his hands clasped behind his back starting to tremble. He isn’t even touching them but he fears to hurt them in any way. 

They are just so small. 

And him so big... 

What if he causes pain to his baby by trying to hold them? What if he hurt them more than they are already wounded? He could never forgive himself. Maybe it is better if he abstains from any physical contact. 

Yes. 

That is for the best. 

“What gender are they?” He asks without lifting his gaze from this absolute perfection. 

“It is a brave little girl.” The medic explains, a small voice audible in their voice, “My congratulations, Grand Admiral.” 

His heart skips a beat. 

A little girl? 

Just as he so dear hoped. He always desired a daughter. You were neutral on the question but he knew deep down that he was meant to father a little girl. 

And there she is! 

His little warrior... 

“A daughter...” He repeats like he has difficulties realizing his chance. 

The baby seems to react and agitate herself in the incubator. 

“She recognizes your voice. You should try and hold her, she needs comfort after this... trial.” The medic explains. 

Thrawn smiles, his expression hidden from the doctor. She recognizes his voice... 

The voice of her father. 

He spent so much time talking to your bump during those seven months of pregnancy, in hopes the baby would be able to recognize him and associate him with safety and comfort. 

His heart clenches knowing he succeeded. 

He tentatively enters the incubator with his large hand and very delicately caresses his daughter’s cheek with his knuckle. 

She is so warm. 

Like a Chiss. 

She seems to yawn and tries to seize his large finger in her tiny fist, desperately longing for some warmth too. His hands travel to her tummy and gently brush it. 

Warrior... She is so small compared to him, that he feels he could crush her in his fist. That thought distraught him so terribly that he stops his caress, much to his daughter’s dismay who lets out a whine escape her. 

“Take her in your arms. The first hours are important for a baby’s general well-being.” 

“Leave us alone, please.” Thrawn orders nonchalantly, hiding his worries from view. 

Once the medic leaves, he carries a chair closer to the crib and gets rid of his white jacket and black tank shirt to very tenderly seize his daughter. He takes care of holding her fragile head correctly and supporting her body, not pulling off the nodes of the monitors, and sits down on the chair, pressing his baby girl against his warm Chiss skin, in a soothing skin-to-skin contact. 

Maker she is so light and fragile... He suddenly feels so terribly clumsy with such a precious package in his hands. 

She babbles in her sleep, agitating herself in his hands. She holds her tight to not risk dropping her, pressing her soft precious body against his beating heart.  

It feels good. 

It feels right. 

He instantly feels a new connection forming between himself and his baby. She seems to try and get a grip on him, to hold him close, to keep the warmth source against her sensitive baby skin. 

“Hello, little one.” He speaks softly with his deep melodious voice. 

A sound that seems to please her immensely because she seems to try to smile despite all her tubes. He delicately cradles her. 

“You scared us immensely, you know? But here you are, at last... My baby.” 

Thrawn isn’t a man prone to sentimentalism, but in the intimacy of the hug, he can’t help himself. He needs to whisper sweet nothing to his baby, deepening the connection further. 

“You are already so loved, little one. We dreamed for your arrival for years. Ch’eo k’eten, ch’eo euhn ch'etecerci.”  

The baby presses her cheek against his peck, letting herself sooth by her father’s heartbeat. She appears so appeased right now, sleeping soundly in his arms. At her true place. 

“My pride, my jewel...” 

He gently lifts her higher for her little head to rest in the crook of his neck, inhaling her scent. It is pleasant and relaxing, almost familiar like a song he had known for years. 

He sighs. 

Soon his shift will resume. And he will have to leave you both behind in the med bay to ensure the Chimaera’s safety. 

But for now, he will indulge as much as he can. He also hopes to be present for your first meeting with her, he longs to see your elated expression when he will bring your your firstborn. 

“Welcome to the world, little Thashao. I vow to protect you from any harm, my sweet, my treasure...” 

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[daimyosprincess]

Thanks for the tag @stormyblue90 💖 this was so cute and fun to do!! I love my silly little son 🥰

link to the picrew

no pressure tags :)

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[jorrmund]

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Thank you @blackmonitor 🥰🤍

Samakro is blushing now🤣

[shards-of-silver]

Game: Your Typical Fanfic

Rules: take your most common category, rating, and fandom (warnings optional). Then find your mean/median word count for a fic. Post the fic that fits these rules the closest, as it is your most "typical" fanfic.

For me (PTV):

Most common Ao3 category: Gen

Most common Ao3 rating: Teen (T)

Most common Ao3 fandom: near tie between Ace Attorney (42 fics) and Star Wars (41 fics).

Median word count: (using median because I have a few long fics that skew the mean) 3,209 words

My most typical fic is: Cards Against Sentiency

No pressure tags to play: @contentment-of-cats @hydr0phius and @blackmonitor

[mystoriesmylives]

Kissed by Fire

This awesome commission was done by the awesome @blackmonitor. I asked for Thrawn kissing my OC, Onora, hair because that his favorite feature of hers. They are also at work, but in a very private room to be together. Give the artist some love!

@eyecandyeoz @justalittletomato @gran-maul-seizure @stardustbee @kimageddon @kotic-kryptid @a-dorin @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @herbalinz-of-yesteryear @maelove21

[blackmonitor]

How about a Yautja in a petting zoo?

A yautja in a petting zoo!

[myevilmouse]

It was a good dream, filled with sensual perfume and flavors, senses normally not commanded by Thrawn’s subconscious.  He stirred, luxurious sheets confining.

The dream’s thread unraveled, trailing a path of warmth through his body.  Blinking awake, Thrawn rolled to his side.

Arihnda Pryce’s bare shoulders peeked above the covers, facing away.  Asleep.  Maybe enjoying her own dreams.

Impulsively, Thrawn slid one arm beneath hers, the other around her waist, wrapping Pryce tightly to his chest. 

“Why’d you wake me?” she murmured.

“Just because,” Thrawn answered, placing a kiss on her nape, then settling his head to share the pillow.

gorgeous art by @blackmonitor

[addictedtostorytelling]

Hey, I love your ER stuff! Do you take requests? I recently started rewatching and... Season 4 Episode 8, the part when Romano is dressing while speaking with Benton... I would love to see those moments as gifs.

(If you don't want to deal with it that's okay too, don't stress over this)

hi, @blackmonitor!

i absolutely take requests! i've posted the scene you asked for here.

let me know if there is ever anything else you want to see!

[foreverforty2]

🌺💜SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING 💜🌺

I am, of course, very grateful for any attention anyone gives me! 😬 so THANK YOU SO MUCH to these mutuals who continue to support me in all of my very random endeavors!!!

@cai-yue ! @blackmonitor ! @guestiguess ! @anastasiiaosypova ! @ele-millennial-weirdo ! @i-want-to-marry-cedf-officer ! @owlpartytime ! @hobbit0fhobbiton ! @mysticalgalaxysalad ! @myevilmouse ! @empress-violetlight !

I see you and you all are wonderful !

[vibratingskull]

For a dance with you

“A first kiss? With reader. Like in a semi public place! Like an empire week evening, a boring one.”

Here you go my friend @blackmonitor !

Its a Thrawn x f!reader

No beta reader involved, sorry for any typo

You sigh deeply…

You’re bored to death.

All those balls and soiree blurred and look the same to you. But as an admiral it is your duty to appear at those evenement and represent the Marine. It’s just… It’s always the same. The same face. The same dances. The same orchestra. The same low bows and subterfuges. 

You massage your neck, easing your muscles, taking a deep breath. You look at the crowd in front of you. How many of them did you see yesterday and will see tomorrow? Too much. 

“Are you okay,  Admiral (y/l/n)?”

Your attention goes back to the small group of dignitaries you were talking to. Their conversation isn’t that reinvigorating, no wonder you dozed off.

“Yes… I will just go grab another drink.” You say, serving them the first excuse that comes to your mind and dump them.

You grab another glass, and as you walk aimlessly you see a large window opening on a balcony. You’re dying for some fresh air.

Thankfully there is nobody else on this balcony. You come leaning against the guardrail, appreciating the wind in your hair.

“Can I join you ?” A voice you would recognize among thousands raises behind your back.

You turn your head, to see the man of your dreams at the window frame. He too seems bored to death.

“You may.” You smile politely, trying to control the quaver of your voice. “You too need some fresh air?”

“I need a bastion to retreat and rethink a new strategy.” He explains, placing himself next to you, sighing “I don’t maneuver well in politics… It’s an aspect I will never grasp.”

You almost nudge him, but refrain before actually touching him.

“Don’t say that! You will manage one day, I’m sure.”

“Thank you for your words of encouragement, but I do not share your vision. It is as such, I have accepted it.”

Your arms almost touch, grazing each other, you feel your face heating up like hell.

“You came with someone?” you ask nonchalantly, but secretly afraid of the answer.

Please no date! Please no date! You pray internally

“I came here with Colonel Yularen, he wanted me to meet some people.” He responds unfazed, clearly unaware of your internal turmoil.

Gosh, the effect this man has on you is unreal. You discreetly wipe your sweaty palms, feeling the tension rise as he stays longer next to you. You try to play cool, but you feel painfully obvious. You chuckle nervously, earning you a side look and an inquisitive raised eyebrow. Relax Y/n, relax! He’s just some guy, some random man. RELAX!

But he’s not just a random man, not to you. First of all, because he’s your direct superior, that counts for something, and because he literally haunts you… Your mind, your dream, your work environment, everything oozes his presence and plague your daily life. Which is both a curse and a benediction.

“And you?” He finally ask.

“Hmm?” Wandering in your head, you’ve lost track of the conversation.

“What would be your ideal partner for such a soiree?” 

“Oh,well…” You think for a second, who will be your ideal partner? 

You. 

But you can’t answer that. So you answer what’s most accurate.

“My lover, I would say. I’m a romantic at heart.” 

You discreetly observe his reaction but he just nods, looking at his wine swirling in his glass. 

At least he didn’t laugh.

“And you?” You ask to deflect the feeling of shame of such a confession.

“My ideal partner…” His hand went to his chin, his gaze fixated on the forest in front of him. “Let’s see… Someone special. Someone unique to me. Yes… A lover is a good choice…” 

Your eyes widen, you both agree to something. His wine must be strong for him to open up in such a manner. But there is still one crucial question.

“Do… Do you have someone in mind?” You hold your breath.

“I do.” 

You recoil on yourself. 

With only two words he stabbed your heart and murdered you. You gulp, feeling tears behind your eyes. It’s life (y/n), accept it.

“I wish you could have enjoyed this soiree with the person of your choice and not just imagined it, sir.” You say swallowing your tears, breathing through your nose.

“But I do not have to imagine anything.” He whispers.

His hand slides across the guardrail and grazes yours ever so slightly. 

You blink.

What ?

He seizes your hand, turning fully towards you. You remain mute, not fully comprehending what’s happening right now.

“(y/n)...”

Your eyes lock. You’re enthralled by those glowing fire orbs, sparkling with a mischievous, almost childish gleam, contrasting with his stern and serious demeanor. Is it… hope that I see? He caresses your cheek and tucks a strand of hair behind your ears. 

“(y/n)...” He repeats, even lower

“Y-yes?” You stutter, too dumbfounded by what’s happening to function properly.

He tilts your chin, slowly leaning towards you. 

“Don’t refuse me, please…”

That wouldn't even cross your mind. You feel his breath on your lips and close your eyes, incredulous.

He leaves a single, soft, sweet, tender kiss and you savor it like it’s your last.

But deep down, you know.

There are many more to come!

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[daimyosprincess]

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